Authors Note: So this is the last chapter guys and I'm getting all emotional as it's been one ride but alas another story is on the way and I'm channeling season 2 angst so hope you enjoy what's too come. This chapter focuses on retribution and all three Winchesters doing what they do best bury the past and move on to the next adventure. Hope you enjoyed this story as much as I have. Thanx for all your support. Thanx Charity

So lay down, the threat is real,

When his sight goes red again

Seeing red again,

Seeing red again.

All John saw was red. He was sure he was driving well past the speed limit but he had no care in the world. Devin was his only concern. The little shit may have pulled one over on him with that anger spell but he's not as smart as he thinks. John knows that Devin is somewhere in Weber county. He knows just how to find him and knows just where to look.

Devin still needs prescriptions for his disorder so it was easy to track him through the local pharmacies. One thing led to another and John had an address.

He was one step closer to finding that sonofabitch and ending his miserable existence. All he saw was red and in a way that was calming him more than it should.

Skimming through TV channels Dean quietly tuned into whatever fancied him as he leaned against the headboard trying to keep as quiet as possible so as not to disturb his sibling. He checked regularly throughout the morning and afternoon for signs of infection but Sam was fine. He was just sleeping. He wished that he was doing the same.

He was only asleep for about an hour till he was awakened again by nightmares. The sight of his father holding a gun to his brother's head would forever haunt his dreams.

Sighing he checked the time again 2:52. His dad was gone for the duration of the day. No note, no phone call nada. He could have at least told Dean that he was leaving ahead of time so he would have been up to take care of Sam. Sometimes Dean wonders if his father really has them on his top priorities list.

Looking over to check on Sam again he smiled as Sam was sleeping like a baby. His hands curled up by his head resting on his left side (which Sam must be sleeping pretty heavy since that's the side he got shot in) drool dribbling down his chin.

Rolling his eyes he went back to the fascinating TV to keep him company.

John pulled up to an abandoned apartment on the outskirts of the city. The far side of the county of Weber was littered with ruins of buildings and people living on the street. He surmises that either Devin was trying to go for the undercover aspect or Devin really has lost his mind.

Reaching to pick up his gun (the same gun he shot his boys with) he got stealthily out of the truck as he approached the building. The Building had gaps and holes in the structure and was in no way livable but when you're Devin McAdams anything is possible.

Tip-toeing silently up to the front of the building he peeked in one of the many holes to get a glimpse inside. The inside was mainly empty except for a few spare broken down furniture pieces and what he's been waiting to get his hands on since that werewolf incident. Devin.

Devin was slouched on an old armchair with a beer bottle in his hand. He looked to be asleep or passed out in a drunken stupor John couldn't be sure. He wanted nothing more than to put him out of his misery but he had to sympathize. The kid had so many problems dating back to when he was just a young kid. He can't imagine what life was like with that disorder or begin to imagine how the kid got by day by day. Still turning psycho and trying to kill his boy isn't an excuse. At least this way he can do it fast and easy.

Opening the rotted door with a creak he stepped inside as he walked over to Devin's slouched posture. Placing the gun next to his head he mumbled a quiet apology before firing.

Sam's eyes popped open at the waking dream. His heart beating at a mile a minute.

"You ok Sammy?" Dean questioned in concern seeing Sam's eyes pop open so wide.

Sam jumped at the voice as he turned to the side to see Dean staring at him with concern. His first thought was why is Dean in bed with me? His second thought was where was his dad? He remembered the conversation they had and from a glance around the room it seems that he's not back yet.

"Why are you in bed with me?" He mumbled out to take the concern off of him. In reality he was fine. Well as fine as could be all things considered.

Dean grinned at the statement. His brother was ok. The wave of relief that flooded through him was like a rush. "This is my bed dude your in bed with me."

Sam furrowed his brows at the obvious lie. "Whatever." He grumbled as he shifted in the bed trying to get off his left side. Now that he's not sound asleep he can feel the pressure of the wound full force.

"What do you remember?" Dean asked changing the subject as he shut off the TV.

Sam thought how to word his answer. Everything. "Not much." Sam lied smoothly not wanting to upset his brother. "You ok." He asked noticing the white bandage against his brother's skin.

"Dude I'm indestructible."

Sam rolled his eyes as he asked his next question. "Where's dad?" Even though he already knew he was just playing through the clueless gimmick.

"I don't know." Dean answered honestly. "I wake up and find you in bed and him gone without a trace." Dean said with a bit of anger at his father's sloppy ways.

"Dean it wasn't dad's fault none of this was. It was just wrong place wrong time." Sam defended seeing as his brother was getting riled up easily by his father's actions but he knew that his dad was just protecting them and that none of what happened was his fault.

Dean softened his silent outrage at his brother's tone hearing the logic in it. Sam was right it was just a sad case of wrong place at wrong time. He figured Sam heard a gist of the anger spell and put two and two together his brother was always smart like that. His brother was also fairly forgiving in nature. If Sam would easily forgive his father so would Dean.

Dean smiled as he sat up straighter. "Wanna play rock, paper scissors?"

Making his way back to the motel he was sure both of his sons were up and full of questions. Questions that he wasn't sure he was ready to answer. Especially to his youngest. He knows the tender heart that Sam has and it might just kill Sam if he admits that he openly killed another human being.

Of course John is learning new surprises everyday about both of his sons that he didn't know so he sure he's in for a rude awakening when he get's back.

Pulling up to the front of there room he turned of the truck as he slowly slid out feeling ominously tired all of the sudden.

Pushing the key into the lock he pushed the door open to see the shocked faces of his two sons sharing a bed playing rock, paper, scissors. Now doesn't that bring back memories.

"Dad?" Dean said shocked pushing out of the bed to meet his father.

Sam stayed silent as he knew where his dad was and what his dad did. He didn't need a description.

John sighed as he entered seeing Dean leap from the bed like a coiled spring. "Sorry I didn't leave a note or anything Dean I had to take care of something."

"Yeah you could have at least left me a note." Dean said a bit angered but a voice in his head was telling him to lay off.

"So where were you anyway?"

"Doing some personal business." John stated flatly going to sit down in the chair. He had the overwhelming desire to just fall on the bed and sleep for a week.

"What personal business would that be?" Dean asked raising his voice. His dad could try to hide stuff all he wanted but he knew his dad better than that.

"Just…" John sighed as a headache was forming. "You don't really want to know."

It was at that moment that Dean knew that his dad killed a man.

Sam was diligently packing his duffle just happy to get the hell out of this town. His shoulder healed nicely though it was a little stiff and he couldn't sully rotate it he could sure as hell travel.

Looking up when a hand settled on his shoulder he smiled when his he saw his dad. When his dad first walked in that night he hadn't said a word and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself. Once you get packed were gonna head east." John smiled as he instructed his plans. "Dean's already itching to go. You know not to keep him waiting."

"Yeah," Sam smirked knowing he would have to deal with the aftermath.

"So…" Sam trailed off not sure where to start.

"Yeah, son it's over." John assured knowing exactly what his son was asking.

Sam blew out a breath of relief knowing that he wouldn't have to look behind him for the rest of his life for a paranoid psycho. Sam smiled as he hoisted his bag on his shoulder.

"Come on ladies daylights a wastin"

Sam smiled even brighter at his brother's whiny voice. Motioning for his dad to go ahead of him he fell into step right behind him confident that nothing would break apart there family now.

"Oh and Dean, you so sleep in my bed the other night." He yelled back being the starter of the banter for the road trip. Shutting off the light and closing the door he breathed in the cool air as he realized that Stanford gave him a false sense of normalcy but nothing compared to his own family.

So that's the end of this story. Everyone's happy and though nothing reached we all know the Winchester way is too bury it deep and never look back. A happy ending with am realizing what he really wanted thus the title of home and the song home by daughtry. I hope you like my story and enjoyed it. Thanx Charity